She reached between her thighs, not exactly sure what he wanted her to do.
“That’s it, you’ll feel where you want to touch. Right there, on your clit.”
She stroked across her nub and gasped at the sudden strike of pleasure. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good. I can feel your pussy tightening. You’re so close. Your body was made for my cock, baby. So fucking good. That’s right.”
She couldn’t help but move down, touching herself with him inside her, and she didn’t dare look away from his intense brown gaze.
So startling.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my dick.”
Valentina drew her fingers back up toward her clit and stroked, doing as he asked. She felt herself building, drawing closer toward her release. It was almost too much, but she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. She cried out the moment she came, riding herself on his length, and she hadn’t even come down from her release when Giovanni grabbed her shoulders, pinned her to the floor, and began to fuck her in long, hard, deep strokes.
She was so sensitive, and she loved the feel of him driving inside her.
When he came, he slammed to the hilt, and it was like she felt every droplet of his cum as it filled her.
He didn’t let go. Not even for a second, and when he wrapped his arms around her, she felt at peace with this man.